Yesterday the boys Hugo and his brother Jules drove over to the big farm with me to collect walnuts for the pigs.
Here are the pictures Hugo took with Camera House as we drove. Life is full of such journeys. Little ones. Good little journeys. No future or past. Just driving there and back. Collecting nuts for pigs. With music.
Life is good. Like a revolving door there is always that moment of panic after you willfully step into the moving door – the glass wall pushes you through from behind. You trip in the frisson, the change in air, and speed, eyes wide, shuffling ahead of the door. Then the relief, when you pop like a mouse out onto another dance floor. And the music is French and fast. 
The wind blew yesterday. Soon the Daily View will be back to the bare bones of winter.
It is busy enough but not too busy. Hugo and I worked overtime all the last week so that we could take it easy this weekend with his family.
I hope you have a lovely day.
celi
ps. By the way, my favourite French rapper is ‘Jul’.
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40 responses to “Journey to Jul”
Your favorite French rapper–I love it! There is much learning in both directions. It appears the field and road go on to eternity. A lovely shot of the old house and tree. And the mirror shots. It’s interesting to see things through different eyes.
That revolving door metaphor describes me perfectly. I am always a wee bit anxious when something is abt to start…like now for example…heading into meetings with Italian professors and you NEVER know what they are going to say…
Italian professors. That sounds interesting – i hope it went well..
Wow–those piggies have a feast coming to them, don’ t they? I was amazed to learn they can crack them with their teeth as well –I learn something new every time I read your blog. What a lovely post with all the pictures of life through the eyes of visitors.
The nuts are great for the winter!